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10-months-old

The difference between nine and ten months? Wow. There are really too many to name. Isabel is turning into one amazing little person. Of course, I never doubted her impending brilliance. (Remember, she said "Daddy" at 2-days-old) But, the only way to describe her development this month is exponential.

She stands, she toddles, she talks (and SCREAMS!!!), she dances (that's my girl!) and eats real food! But my favorite development is finally, FINALLY getting to hear "Mama." Each day is one big discovery and I feel truly blessed that I get to see and hear every minute of it. Even the sassy parts. Yes, already.

As expected, two sassier-than-thou parents made the ultimate sassy baby. And, boy, are we in trouble. I know that's going to grow exponentially too. Her favorite word is "yeah." As in "Isabel, I said no!" "Yeah." Sassy-pants. I can't help but smile and that makes my stern look completely ineffective.

My Summer Girl

In less than a month, we're making a trip down south and a lot of you are going to get to meet her. I know you're excited. No matter how many blogs I write or how many pictures I post, I could never fully do her justice. She really is that great! So try and hold it together for just a few more weeks. (I'm talking to you, Mom!) We're going to have a great time!

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